"I've got Doritos," Wes called from the kitchen. He and Kyla had gone to dinner before seeing a movie, but the pizza they had was a while ago and he could definitely eat again. Besides, you had to have junk food if you were playing video games. “What are you in the mood to drink with them?”
“Soda is fine,” she said from the living room. “Diet if you have it.”
He grabbed the bag of chips from the cabinet, wondering if he should go all out and put them in a bowl. Figuring it’d earn him some points in the boyfriend department if he did, he dumped them in a bowl, then went into the living room to set it on the coffee table before going back for their drinks. By the time he came out, Kyla was already sitting on the couch nibbling on a chip and staring absently across the room like she was a million miles away. He’d caught her doing the same thing several times tonight. Something was clearly on her mind. When he’d gently nudged her about it at the restaurant, then in the theater before the movie started, she’d deftly steered the conversation in a different direction both times.
Part of him was worried this was about the bruises she’d seen the other night—and that he couldn’t tell her anything about how he’d gotten them.
“You okay?” he asked, sitting down beside her. “You’ve been a little quiet tonight.”
He expected her to tell him it was nothing and change the subject, but instead, she gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry. The prosecutor’s office dropped off a box full of my dad’s stuff the other day. Going through it with Hayley was tough. I ended up learning some things about my father that caught me off guard.”
The pain in her eyes made his heart hurt. “You want to talk about it?”
She shook her head. “Not right now. I think I want to spend a little time thinking through the implications on my own. But thanks for the offer. It means a lot.”
Wes smiled. “The offer is good for as long as you need it. When you’re ready to talk, I’ll be here.”
Kyla leaned in for a kiss and he met her halfway. Their lips came together a split second later, their tongues teasing and tangling. She tasted like Doritos and that subtle feminine flavor that was all her. Wes slid one hand into her long hair, groaning a little as she wiggled closer, almost climbing onto his lap. His cock immediately hardened, making his jeans more than a little uncomfortable, and he reluctantly pulled away. He loved making out with her, but he didn’t want her to think the only reason he’d brought her back to his place was because he expected to jump into bed. He was more than ready to take things at her pace.
“So…” he said slowly, putting a little space between them even though he was having a difficult time looking at anything but those beautiful lips. “What video game do you want to play?”
She regarded him thoughtfully, her gaze sultry, and he wondered if she’d suggest they forget about the video game and go back to what they were doing a few seconds ago. But then she grabbed a handful of chips before settling back against the couch with a smile and nibbling on a Dorito.
“You play Fortnite?” she asked, licking cheese powder off her lips.
How was it possible she could look so sexy eating a Dorito chip? Would she think he was crazy if he admitted to wanting to sit there and watch her do it for the next hour or so?
“Definitely.” Dragging his gaze away from her delectable mouth, he hopped up to turn on his Play Station and get the controllers. “I’ve downloaded the split screen mode for Battle Royale. It shouldn’t take long for us to find a game to drop into at this time of night.”
“Cool.” She bit into another chip. “Was work okay this morning?”
He nodded as he sat down beside her. “Yeah.”
Without going into detail, he told her SEAL Team 5’s working relationship with another federal agency was on thin ice because of security leaks. Kyla didn’t ask for more information than he was able to provide, which he appreciated. Even if he couldn’t tell her everything, it was nice being able to talk about the situation anyway.
“Does this other agency honestly think you and your Teammates are the ones responsible for the leak?” she asked.
“Yeah.” He scooped up a handful of chips. “Though to be honest, the people I work with in SEAL Team 5 are just as sure the leak came from the other end, so it isn’t like we trust them, either.”
“But they expect you to keep working with this other team?” She sipped her drink. “That must be…difficult.”
“Yeah. It sucks not being trusted.”
Kyla opened her mouth to say something, but then the game started and the two of them were being airdropped from a Battle Bus into a world gone mad with monsters and other players all trying to kill them. The first few minutes were simply a race to find weapons and equipment necessary to survive. They were supposed to work together as a duo to make it across the ever shrinking game map, and for a while, they did, wiping out at least twenty other players. He thought they might even have a shot at winning the whole thing—right up to the point when Kyla decided she’d rather play with Wes than with her Play Station 4 controller.
“Bored with the game?” he asked as Kyla traced warm kisses along the side of his neck until her lips captured his earlobe and began to tug. Suddenly, it was very difficult to focus on killing zombie-like monsters.
“It wasn’t so much that I was bored,” she whispered, her breath warm in his ear, one hand coming up to play with his hair. “I simply like this game more.”
As she went back to nibbling, Wes had to admit he liked this game a lot more, too. Her mouth on his skin felt so good that when a truck driven by another player ran over his in-game avatar, squishing him flat as a pancake, he tossed his controller aside and urged Kyla onto his lap. Out the corner of his eye, he saw her avatar get pulled down by a mob of angry robotic zombie things. That sucked. But being able to kiss her certainly made up for it.
Kyla straddled his lap, the heat at the junction of her thighs making him ache with need to move things past the kissing stage. It only got more intense when she started grinding her hips, pressing herself against his growing hard-on like she wanted to drive him insane.
“You keep grinding like that and I’ll start getting the idea that you want this game to move somewhere else,” he murmured against her mouth. “Like my bedroom.”
She laughed, gyrating her hips in little circles. “Who says we’ll even get to the bedroom? That wall over there looks rather tempting.”
He pulled away to capture her gaze. “You sure about this? I’m fine with taking our time. We don’t have to rush into anything.”
Kyla draped her arms loosely across his shoulders and smiled at him, her expression so bright and full of life it made Wes wonder what the hell he’d done to find a woman this amazing.
“Who’s rushing?” She leaned forward until her forehead was touching his. “We might only be dating officially for a few days, but we both know this thing between us has been building for a long time. I’m ready to take the next step…unless you aren’t.”
Just a few minutes ago, he’d been thinking she might be getting ready to dump him and now she was asking him to take her to bed. It wasn’t a stretch to assume this had something to do with the box the prosecutor had dropped off. Wes could understand wanting to have a little physical contact to reaffirm she was part of the living world after dealing with whatever was in it.
“I think you already know how interested I am,” he said. “And I’m still willing to wait if that’s what you need. But if you want me to take you to bed right now, then that’s what I want, too. I’m here for you always.”
He caught a glimmer of moisture in the corners of her eyes, but then she smiled. “Take me to bed.”